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Sorry for the delay in installments. The sex life has been about the same lately. Nothing really exciting to talk about, that is until last week.
Campus Job -- 8
In chapter 7 I mentioned the guy on the bike that I promised my load to. Well he wasn't around when I left that evening so I was not too upset that I gave it to the guys below the bridge. I was online at gay.com chatting away a few weeks ago and planned a hook-up with a gentleman who wanted to fuck and dump his seed and leave. Well I met him behind the bookstore and we wasted no time in getting down to business. He was about 24years old, 6'4" and was skinny. I mean really skinny, but he had a cock on him that made up for the lack of substance to hold onto. His cock had to be at least 8 inches long and just the right thickness. Now these are 8 real inches not internet inches (that translates to 12 internet inches). I started sucking his cock and he said he wanted to fuck. I got out my lube and started rubbing it on is cock. Once I felt he had enough, I started rubbing some on my ass and bent over and grabbed my ankles.
I am not normally a bottom so it took a while to get use to his cock being in me. Once he got a good rhythm going I was in heaven. Now I have been very dangerous to myself lately and started swallowing loads of cum and wanted to feel this cock shoot in my ass. I pulled off to lube him up some more as he said he was starting to shoot and it was all I could do to get his cock in my mouth. Well, another chance at feeling of a pulsing cock up my ass gone (probably a good thing). He had his pants up and was gone before I could even think about jerking off. So I headed to the other end of the bridge and hoped someone would be looking for some fun there.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I only saw one car. This meant one of two things. Either there was one person here and they were all mine or they were too drunk to leave on their own and went home with someone else. As I walked down the bridge, I realized the former was true. I ran into a guy who called himself Scottie. We went through the usual few minutes of foreplay and feeling each other up. I was tired of being fucked already (I told you I am not usually a bottom) so reached around and started to feel his ass up. It did not take him long to take me up on my offer. He turned around, bent over and pushed his ass back on my bare cock. Now he knew what he was doing, my cock slid right in. As I started pushing in and out, he opened his bottle of poppers and took a few long hits. I asked for a hit, and oh my god did they hit me like a ton of bricks. He said it was jungle juice brand but what ever, it sent my cock into over drive.
The combined feeling of a hot ass on my cock and the amyl running through my system told me it was going to be a quickie. I started to fuck him like it was my job grabbing his hips and slamming my cock home. He got tired of bending over so pulled off my cock and got on his back and pulled his legs over his head. I did not need a road map for what to do next. I got down and slammed my cock into his waiting ass. I swear I saw his asshole wink at me before I stuck it in. As I got a good rhythm going, he took another hit of poppers and handed me the bottle. I took one more hit and went to town in his ass. As I felt my orgasm nearing, I asked him where he wanted it and all he could say was right where I was. I did not need anymore encouragement as I unloaded what I felt like the load of my life into his ass. He started cumming with out even touching his cock and milked my cock with his ass muscles. We cleaned up and parted ways. I am still hoping to run into him again.
Hope you enjoyed. I will have a few more chapters before I close this thread down. Emails always welcome positive and negative. Interested in becumming my next story email me too.
Caleb Ayres Holyoke_top@hotmail.com